On a daydream note

On a daydream note

A Poem by andrew mitchell

I don’t have to
colour in my day
I’m into abstract thinking
where all things reality
are brushed away.

© 2023 andrew mitchell


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Good morning dear Andrew,
Oh boy as an artist do I ever relate to your words in many ways. The metaphors are amazing...
I keep going back to reread your thoughts. Each time I have a new thought myself...and isn't that the power of words that a poet shares ...
Simple clear words that can be taken as is or seen as a metaphor for many things... Life, love, work and even death.
The word colour sings out to me...I really enjoyed reading your words early this morning here in cold Spain...
Lisa, going now to practice piano

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

andrew mitchell

2 Years Ago

Thank you Lisa for a delightful review. I was only thinking I should give this away then you turn up.. read more



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Good morning dear Andrew,
Oh boy as an artist do I ever relate to your words in many ways. The metaphors are amazing...
I keep going back to reread your thoughts. Each time I have a new thought myself...and isn't that the power of words that a poet shares ...
Simple clear words that can be taken as is or seen as a metaphor for many things... Life, love, work and even death.
The word colour sings out to me...I really enjoyed reading your words early this morning here in cold Spain...
Lisa, going now to practice piano

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

andrew mitchell

2 Years Ago

Thank you Lisa for a delightful review. I was only thinking I should give this away then you turn up.. read more

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Added on February 13, 2023
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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Strindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..